Sleep, I follow it wanting it and it follows me taunting me, wanting me to lay down my head. Nothing to say, but something to do. Loudly, but softly in a medley meant just for you. A roaring snore that you’ve come to adore, while others ignore the sound that could crack pavement. Something so simple, something so necessary. Sleep, I follow it wanting it and it follows me like a dog who’s chasing his own tail. There’s no end in sight just wait and see.
Sleep, I follow it and it follows me©
By Felina Silver Robinson